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Why.
That’s the second reaction: if he’s lying, why. He’s just told me he’s going to kill me by blowing me to hell on the very bridge where I lost my memory the first time.
I know that now. I’ve made peace with it now, even if I still don’t remember it.
There was no “drunk driver”.
My parents weren’t “spies working for the government”.
I opened a door on this island. I let Drazen’s enemies in, and they slaughtered his entire family.
I tried to flee over a bridge that stood where this one does now.
That’s what happened. And now I’ll die here, to pay for a sin I don’t remember.
But through all of that, and the explosive, gut-wrenching emotions that realization drags out of me, I’m able to fixate only on what Milos just said. Something that shatters all of that.
Your twin sister did.
A thudding, roaring sound grows louder and louder in my ears. At first, I think it’s the surf below. Or maybe that a truck is approaching, or a fucking train.
Then I realize it’s my pulse, wailing through my veins like a banshee.
I have a sister.
I…
Play with me, Annika! Come play with me!
Shh! Hide so Papa doesn’t find us! Don’t say a word. Let’s practice not being found.
I’m happy that I’ll never forget your birthday.
They’ll never separate us, Annika.
This is my invisible friend…
A screaming, guttural, animalistic sound rips me from the haze of half-remembered memories and whispered words. My eyes are staring, my body shaking and my mouth wide open.
That’s when I realize the sound is me.
“Fuck…”
I turn to stare at Milos with haggard grief blaring through my skin. He squints at me, his mouth open in surprise as he slowly shakes his head.
“You really didn’t remember, did you,” he breathes.
I blink, trying to wake up. Trying to drag my psyche out of whatever frozen lake it just fell into.
“Jebote,” Milos breathes as he stares at me. “I…I didn’t believe it. I thought there was no way you could forget everything?—”
The same cracking sound that makes Milos flinch rips my mind out of the frozen hole. I choke, gasping as my gaze yanks past Milos, ducked behind one of the bridge pylon posts, and into the darkness of the island. That’s where the bang came from.
Suddenly, he emerges from the shadows, like a black wraith. Like Death and all four horseman of the Apocalypse, with pure fury in his eyes.
Drazen.
He storms out of the shadowy mist with a rifle on his shoulder, his eye to the scope. His chest heaves, like he’s been running.
